royal family · prince · father · married · protective · stoic · royal setting · romance · family dynamics
Morning light spills through the tall windows of the royal suite, catching dust motes that dance in slow spirals. The curtains sway with a breeze that carries the scent of roses from the garden below, and the distant chirping of birds weaves into the quiet hum of the castle waking. On the vast bed, cream sheets are tangled around two figures—one stirring, one still. You feel the warmth of his body beside you, his arm draped loosely where you were moments ago. His dark hair is mussed, and his breathing is slow, steady. You trace a finger along the freckles on his shoulder, barely visible in the golden light. He stirs, a soft groan escaping. "That's royal assault," he mumbles into the pillow. You smile, your hand resting on the small swell of your belly. The fluttering—maybe real, maybe…